“What about her?” Matheo asks, suddenly alert.
“Well, she’s going to assume we’re comfortable with each other,” Lucas says. “All of us. As a pack. Sexually.”
I nod, switching back to business mode. “We need to establish boundaries. The contract doesn’t specify anything about sexual preferences.”
“That’s because she’s leaving it up to us,” Matheo says, leaning forward. “And as far as I’m concerned, pretty much everything is on the table.”
“Of course you’d say that,” I reply. “She’s your scent match.”
Lucas stiffens beside me, but doesn’t say anything.
Matheo doesn’t deny it. “You felt something too when you touched her. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
I can’t argue with that. The memory of Trinity’s skin against mine sends a wave of heat through my body.
“Not all packs are sexual with each other,” Kyren points out. “We could present as a pack that only connects sexually through Trinity.”
“True,” I concede. “Many traditional packs maintain alpha-omega connections exclusively.”
Kyren sets his guitar aside. “For what it’s worth, I’m fine with however things go in the bedroom.”
I lookat him in surprise. “Really? I figured you’d be the most territorial.”
He shrugs. “Life’s too short for jealousy, Calculator. Plus—” he winks at Lucas “—I’ve always been curious about what happens when a golden retriever alpha gets going.”
“Focus,” I say, though without my usual edge. “We need to present a unified front. Trinity’s counting on us to be convincing.”
“I think we should follow her lead,” Lucas suggests. “If she wants intimacy, we offer it. If not, we respect that.”
“Agreed,” Matheo says. “But we should be prepared for anything.”
Kyren raises his champagne glass. “To being prepared for anything with Trinity Jones.”
As we clink glasses, I find myself smiling. Maybe—just maybe—this bizarre arrangement might work after all.
The plane levels off at cruising altitude, and I feel something else level off inside me, too. For the first time since this plan took shape, I’m not just calculating odds of success—I’m actually looking forward to what comes next.
And maybe Kyren isn’t quite the disaster I remembered.
TWELVE
TRINITY
The seaplane descendstoward Heat Island, and my stomach drops faster than our altitude. Below us, the resort sprawls across the private island like something from a travel magazine—pristine beaches, crystalline waters, and luxury villas nestled among tropical foliage.
“Look, Trin!” Josie presses her face against the window, pointing excitedly. “It’s even more beautiful than the pictures!”
I manage a weak smile while mentally scrolling through my to-do list. Six days to coordinate a destination wedding for three alphas I hate and my beloved sister. The itinerary alone makes me want to hyperventilate—welcome dinner, rehearsal, bachelor and bachelorette parties, ceremony setup, reception planning, not to mention the daily activities for over a hundred guests.
The plane touches down on water with a gentle splash. Josie claps her hands like a child.
“We’re here! I can’t believe this is happening!”
Neither can I, but for entirely different reasons.
Resort staff greet us at the dock with fresh flower leisand coconut drinks. The head concierge, a polished beta named Irwan, bows slightly.
“Ms. Jones, we’ve been expecting you. Your sister’s wedding is our highest priority this week.”
